Rough Edges | The Outsiders

Chapter 6

"Where the hell were you last night?"

"I was hanging out with Sodapop and Tana" I said,my mom scolded me. Her eyes pierced my soul. "You're gonna give me belly piercing, if you keep staring at my soul like that"

"You better watch your mouth missy! I will never in my life let you get a fucking piercing! Where has this attitude come from? Where has that perfect girl I raised?"

"No one is perfect! I'm not perfect. I don't have an attitude, you just have been pissing me off!" It was silent, my mom's eyes stared down at me, she looked disgusted.

"You were perfect. I'm perfect, Poppy's perfect. You are just full of shit now."

"Ha, I'm full of shit? At least I'm not full of myself." Shit. You fucking idiot, you did not just say that to your mother.

"Out of my damn house. I'm not gonna have a greaser under my roof"

"Greaser! Who the hell are you calling Greaser? Do I look like a greaser?"

"You sure act like one. Out. Now"

I stomped away to my room, packed a backpack full of the things I needed and I left, finally, after years of hating that damn family for their selfishness, I was out.

"Laura!" I turned around, I barely left the driveway. Owen ran up to me.

"What do you want Owen?"

"Where are you going?"

"Mum finally kicked me out. I called her self absorbed"

"God, take me with you. I can't stand our selfish ass family" I giggled at Owens remark.

"I wish I could"

"Please" Owen's voice went down into a beg, it wasn't a jokey voice anymore.

"Owen, I can't"

"I'll be murdered living here"

"If I wasn't murdered, you sure as hell won't be."

"You don't understand"

"What's wrong?"

"Nevermind"

"Owen-" he walked away, I didn't want to chase after him, my mom would kill me if I was in her house again.

I found a payphone and called Sodapop to meet me at the 'beach park' as we called it. It was a park on the edge of a very small cliff that the lake clashed against, if you jumped off, you might sprain an ankle but nothing serious.

I sat at a park bench that Soda and I have marked up for the past 6 years. It has lots of random shit we've written and underneath the table top it says 'Laura Abrielle Amero' and 'Sodapop Patrick Curtis', that was the day I attempted running away. I laughed at the memory of us rolling around on the ground laughing, being the dumb ten year olds we used to be.

Wow, I've always been fed up with my family, haven't I? Why are they so self absorbed? I thought about it, Why? I thought back to what my mother said. "You never say shit like that again! Grandma will think I raised a trouble child!" "You were perfect. I'm perfect, Poppy's perfect. You are just full of shit now." My eyes widened, what a bitch she is. That's what she grew up with. Granny always praised her and made her feel like she's perfect. It made her full of herself. Granny... She does that to Poppy... Owen... Me... She wants us to turn out like my mother. She wants us to be 'perfect'. Poppy let Granny into her head, I won't, Owen hasn't. What is her image of perfect?

"Hey loser!"

"Hey Sodapop" I said, kicking my feet up onto the park bench.

"What's up with the stuff in your bag?"